lets not repeat

Thursday night, i sat for the baums. usually they are very excited for me to get there, but i got there within an hour of bed time, and ryan is in his terrible twos... anyway, he began to fake-cry, but then really worked himself up. i told his mom (and grandma & sister who are visiting) that its fine. within a minute of them leaving, ryan proceeded to throw up. luckily i was leaning against the couch and he was facing out, so only some got on my capri's and the rest on him and the floor. that calmed him down, so i clean him up and put him to bed, then had to rifle through her drawers to borrow shorts while my capris washed & dried. When they got home I told her what happened & she was horrified & said she would've came home if I had called! I told her it wasn't that big of a deal; I'll be dealing with projectile bodily fluids for the rest of my life, and that made her feel better. But they did tip me!
But, it got me thinking; this is the first time in my sitting history that I've been puked on, which is surprising. It's also the first time I've dealt with other peoples vomit that was not alcohol related.
Nonetheless, I hope it doesn't happen again!
:)